Just one glance, and Qin Yu was momentarily stunned.
"You—you're not allowed to look!"
As if sensing Qin Yu's gaze, Su Xiyue hurriedly tried to cover up her captivating beauty, a scene so breathtaking it could dim the glory of mountains and rivers—yet in this moment it was tinged with fluster and shyness.
Perhaps it was due to her injuries; the turbulent flow of her qi and blood unsettled her, causing a blush to blossom upon her pale cheeks as the panic in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
With her back pressed to the stone wall, her posture bore signs of defense, yet exuded an indescribable weakness and helplessness, like a phoenix fallen from the nine heavens, wings broken, pride and defiance intact, but struggling, she became all the more delicate and moving.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Do you not want to live?!" Leng Ruyu pressed again.
"Rest assured, Fairy... I'll be very gentle."
Qin Yu took another step forward.
